THEGIFTOFTHEMAGI麦琪的礼物中英对照
麦琪的礼物中英文--欧郭利
中文版本：第一场人物：安琪、德拉、莎弗朗尼娅夫人地点：小街的拐角处[安琪上，背景音乐<爱情万岁>缓缓响起]安琪：（面向观众，微笑）我是爱心天使，今天是圣诞前夕，我继承麦琪的使命来到人间，我要将最珍贵的礼物馈赠凡间有爱心的人。
（神秘地）嘘——有人来了！[德拉静静地上]德拉：（走到一块招牌前停住）莎弗朗尼娅夫人--经营各种头发用品。
（走进店里，定神望着一个坐着的妇女）请问--你是莎弗朗尼娅夫人吗？莎弗朗尼娅夫人：（冷冰冰地）是的，我就是。
德拉：那么，您要买我的头发吗？莎弗朗尼娅夫人：我买头发。
（抬头）把你的帽子脱下来，让我看看你的头发什么样儿！德拉：（脱下旧帽子，小心翼翼地泻下了那光灿灿如小瀑布似的头发，直到膝盖）您要买么？安琪：（旁白）Oh，my God!想不到人间有如此美丽的头发，简直就像瀑布一样！莎弗朗尼娅夫人：（盯着头发，惊谔地）你确定--要卖掉它？德拉：（眷恋地，摸了摸头发）呃--（转而坚决地）是的，我要卖掉它。
告诉我，它值多少钱？莎弗朗尼娅夫人：（绕着德拉的头发转了一圈，强压住兴奋）那，给你开个高价吧！二十块钱，很多了。
德拉：赶快把钱给我。
莎弗朗尼娅夫人：让我先把你的头发剪掉。
（拿出剪刀）那么——我开始动手了？德拉：（闭上眼，干脆地）剪吧！莎弗朗尼娅夫人：（熟练地剪完了头发）喏，钱给你。
德拉：谢谢！（谨慎地接过钱，没再看一眼那落下的头发）谢谢！（揣着钱急匆匆地下）安琪：哦，多么可怜的女人！她为什么要这样做呢？为什么要卖掉她那连皇后见了都会相形见绌的美丽的秀发？太不可思议了—莎弗朗尼娅夫人：哦，我的天！多么美丽绝伦的头发！二十块钱远远配不上它！哦，太美了——我要把圣诞前夕上帝给我的恩赐带回家喽！（捧着头发下）第二场人物：安琪、杰姆、营业小姐地点：百老汇路上的一家商店安琪：（边走）人间为什么会有那么多割舍？割舍——又为了什么？[杰姆上]杰姆：（进了一家商店，走向一位营业小姐）请问，这里要买手表么？营业小姐：（上下打量的眼神）你？卖表？对不起，稍微有经济头脑的人自然都不需要卖不出去的废品。
麦琪的礼物之对比翻译赏析
The Gift of Magi
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Part 1 作者简介
Part 2 作品简析
"The Gift of the Magi" is a short story, written by O. Henry , about a young husband and wife and how they deal with the challenge of buying secret Christmas gifts for each other with very little money.
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牛译：除了扑倒在家里那张破旧的小床上号啕大哭一场之外， 还有什么办法呢？
The Gift of the Magi
伍蠡甫译：“东方博士的礼物”
王永年：麦琪的礼物
初中语文课本：贤人的礼物
•注：标题中的the Magi，实为magus的复数形式，出自《圣经》典故：指 东方三贤人，他们在耶稣诞生时给耶稣送去黄金、乳香、没药三件礼物。 黄金表示高贵、乳香象征神圣、没药预示耶稣最后要受迫害致死。以英语 作为第一语言的人，都会知道the Magi的寓意，即象征智慧和神圣。
牛译：正如诸位所知,三圣贤都是智者,是聪明绝顶的人,他们带来礼物,送给出生在马槽里的耶稣。他们发明出互赠圣 诞礼物的习俗。由于他们智慧过人,毫无疑问,他们的礼物也是聪明的礼物,如果碰上互赠的东西完全一样,可能还有调 换的权利。而我在这里笨拙地给大家讲了住在公寓里的两个傻孩子平淡无奇的故事,他们极不明智地为了对方献出了 自己最最宝贵的东西。不过,最后让我对当今的聪明人说一句话,在一切馈赠礼物的人当中,他们两个是最聪明的;在一 切馈赠又接受礼物的人当中,像他们两个这样的人才是最聪明的。无论在任何地方,他们都是最聪明的。他们就是圣 贤。
麦琪的礼物英文
麦琪的礼物英文THE GIFT OF THE MAGIby O. Henry第一场人物:安琪(A)，德拉(D)，莎弗朗尼娅夫人(M),服务员1(S1)，服务员2(S2) MAGI DELLA MNE.SOFRONIE SELLSGIRL1 SELLSGIRL2 地点:小街的拐角处(背景音乐响起)A:(面向观众，微笑)I'm the angle of love.Today is Chirsmas Eve,I'm coming to the earth for succeeding the massion of Maggie.Somebody is coming. 德拉带上帽子冲出门莎弗朗尼娅夫人拿着牌子，上面写着“Madam Sofronnie,I buy all kinds of hair goods”D: (呆呆地)Are you Madam Sofronnie?S1:No,I am not.What is wrong?D:I want to sell my hair.S1:OK!Follow me.S1:Excuse me,Mrs Sofronnie.There is alady want to meet you. M:Let her come.D:Hello!You must be Mrs Sofronnie.M: (冰冷地)Yes ,I am.D: So, will you buy my hair?M: Yes,I buy all kinds of hair.Sit down, please.Take your hat off and let me havea look.D:(小心翼翼地脱下帽子)Will you buy my hair?M:(惊讶)Are you sure to sell it?S2:How beautiful the hair is.Just like the golden fall. D:(眷恋地摸摸头发，转而坚决)Yes,I'll sell it.Tell me , how much does it worth? S2:I have never seen such beautiful hair.It can sell a good price. M:(绕着德拉走了一圈，强压住兴奋)Well, I'll give you the hightest price.Twenty dollars,that's enough.D: All right,but please give it to me quickly.M: Don't hurry,let me have your hair cut first.(拿出剪刀，并发出咔咔声)So,I'll start?D:(闭上眼睛，干脆地说)Just do it.S2:What a pity to cut the long hair!M:(熟练地剪完头发)Here you are.Twenty dollars.D: Thank you(谨慎地接过钱，再看一眼头发)Thank you.(揣着钱急冲冲地下) A: Oh,what a poor woman!Why did she do that?Why did you sell her beautiful long hair?It is so unbelivable.M: Oh,my god.How beautifl the hair is!Twenty dollars is beyond its value!Oh,so beautiful ! Ha ha～I'll take ithome and have a happy Chirstmas!(捧着头发下)A: Della has spent two hours in the street,what does she want to buy on earth?D:(立在一个橱窗前) Oh,what a beautiful gold watchchain.I think it must match Jim's gold watch.When hesees it,he must be very happy.The price is twenty-one dollars,I can still have eight cents left. I'll get it.第二场人物:安琪(A)，吉姆(J)，营业员小姐(S),老板(B)，老板娘(W)MAGI JIM SELLSGIRL BOSS BOSS'SWIFE 地点:百老汇路上的一家商店A:Why are there so many things that we have to give up in the world?Giving up for what?吉姆走进商店J:Excuse me,could I sell a watch here?S:(上下打量的眼神) You? Sell a watch? I'm sorry, I don't think a man who has a economic brain will buy athing which is as useless as litter.J:(诚恳又着急)No, it is a gold watch!(脱下手腕上的手表) It's the most valuable thingI have.S:(不屑一顾)Oh?The mose valuable?I have to see how rare a watch can a poor man ownlike you !J:(递表)It's the third succession of my ancesters.A: Oh, what a reluctant give up!S:(抢过表，忽然两眼放光) Amm, it's a true gold watch. Wait for a moment.I'll ask my boss.S:Excuse me,boss.A young man want to sell this golden watch. B:Let me have a look.W:Oh!Oh, good guy! It's a true sense of gold watch!B:Yes,I should ask how much money does he want.B:How much do you want?J:(指着柜台内的一套发梳) I don't want any money. I, I just want the beautiful comb!W:You mean,the comb?(拿出发梳)You just want the comb?J:Yes, it is the very thing that my wife has wanted for a long time!A:His wife?Comb?S:(兴奋)Oh, look at it! What a nice comb!J:Yes, it is quite beautiful! It would be good enough to match my wife's golden yellowhair.But,do youwant to trade with me?B:(故做忧郁状) Let me see～J: I'm pleasant to exchange the gold watch for the comb. I know how my wife likes it!B:You're so whole-hearted that it's hard for me to refuse you!(递过发梳)J: Oh,thank you!(兴奋地接过发梳)Thank you!(兴奋地带着发梳下)W:(细看金表)Oh, good guy! It's a true sense of gold watch!(窃喜)No comb can becompared with it!A: He should not be a foolish man!But he is willing to change a gold watch for a comb!Shemust be ahappy wife!第三场人物:安琪(A)，吉姆(J)，德拉(D)MAGI JIM DELLA地点:吉姆和德拉的家德拉拿着镜子欣赏着自己的新发型A: What a poor woman,she looked wonderfully like a truant schoolboy.However,she is a happy wife,too.Her husband loves her so much.D:(对着镜子自言自语)If Jim doesn't kill me,before he takes a second look at me,he'll say I like a chorus girlof Coney Island.But I have no choice.Oh!What can I do with one dollar and eighty-seven cents?Please God,let Jim still consider that I'm still pretty .D:I don't know whether he'll continue love me.吉姆进门，愣住，用奇怪的眼神打量德拉J:Della?D: Jim, darling. Don't look at me in this way.I had my hair cut and sold, because I can't forgive me if I werenot give a presant to you.You won't care about it, will you?You know,my hair grows very fast. Say "MerryChristmas", Jim! And let's happy as usual. You don't know what a nice , what a beautiful gift I've boughtfor you.J:(似乎没反应过来，吃力地) You've cut your hair?D:Cut and sold .(握住吉姆的手)You will love me forever no matter what hapens, is it right,Without myhair, I am the same. Don't you think so,J:(用近乎白痴的眼神，四下张望着屋子，似乎在寻找着什么)You mean that your hair hasgone?D:You need't look for it.I'd sold it.I tell you,cut and sold. Tonight is Chirstmas Eve, Jim. I sold my hairwas all for you. My hair are countable,but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put thechops on, Jim,吉姆从恍惚中清醒过来，拥住德拉A: Oh,look at the shabby house,which costs eight dollars,or one millon room charge a year,There areno different.J: (吉姆从口袋掏出一包东西，扔到桌上) Don't make any mistakes about me, Della. I don't think there'sanything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less.Butif you'll upwrap the package,you may realize why you had me going while at first.德拉敏捷地打开盒子，一阵狂喜，而后神经质地大笑了D:My hair grows so fast, Jim. Oh,oh! Isn't it a danndy,Jim?(将盒子紧紧抱在怀中，掏出表链放到吉姆手中)I hunted all over town to find it. You can look at the time a hundred times a day now.Give me your watch,I want to see how it looks on it.J:(微笑)Della,let's put our Chirstmas presents away and keep them a while.They're too nice to use just atpresent. I sold the watch to get money to buy your combs. And now, suppose you put the chops on.A: Now that, it isn't necessary.For me,the angle of love, giving the gift to the happy couple.They give themost valuable and priceless gifts to each other. That is what I want to give -- Love!。
欧亨利的作品介绍
麦琪的礼物--Gift Of The Magi 爱的奉献--A Service Of Love 警察和赞美诗--The Cop And The Anthem 财神与爱神--The Mammon And The Archer 没有完的故事--An Unfinished Story 忙碌经纪人的浪漫史--The Romance Of A Busy Broker 刎颈之交--Telemachus, Friend 婚姻手册--The Handbook Of Hymen 比绵塔薄饼--The Pimienta Pancake 公主与美洲狮--The Princess And The Puma 催眠术家杰甫·彼得斯--Jeff Peters As A Personal Magnet 精确的婚姻学--The Exact Science Of Matrimony 艺术良心--Conscience In Art 双料骗子--A Double-dyed Deceiver 女巫的面包--Withes' Loaves 吉米·海斯和缪里尔--Jimmy Hayes And Muriel 小熊约翰·汤姆的返祖现象--The Atavism Of John Tom Little Bear 提线木偶--The Marionettes 两位感恩节的绅士--Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 最后的常春藤叶--The Last Leaf 丛林中的孩子--Babes In The Jungle 汽车等待的时候--While The Auto Waits 华而不实--Lost On Dress Parade 供应家具的房间--The Furnished Room 索利托牧场的卫生学--Hygeia At The Solito 慈善事业数学讲座--The Chair Of Philanthromathematics 虎口拔牙--Shearing The Wolf 黄雀在后--The Man Higher Up “醉翁之意”--“Next To Reading Matter” 人生的波澜--The Whirligig Of Life
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI麦琪的礼物 话剧
D: I’ve cut it off and sold it. It’s sold. I tell you sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve , Jim. Be good to me, for it went for you. J: Well , Della. Don’t make any mistake about me. I don’t think there’s anything about a hair cut that could make me love you any less. I know, it went for me. Look at this package . D:Ah! The combs. They were in the shop windows for many months!
D: But , Jim. They are expensive combs. Now they are mine. Thank you Jim. J; Now, you will see why I was upset at first. D: Jim, you don’t know what a nice –what a beautiful , nice gift I’ve got for you. Can you guess? J: I’m sorry. I won’t guess. D: Look. A gold watch chain. Isn’t it lovely ,Jim? You’ll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. J: Della, Let’s put our Christmas gifts away and keep them a while. They’re too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money. And I bought the combs. Now, Let’s have our supper.
麦琪的礼物_英文原文
THE GIFT OF THE MAGIby O. HenryOne dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents ofit was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Threetimes Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsidingfrom the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. JamesDillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that hadbeen his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty'sjewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shininglike a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and madeitself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With awhirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie.""Will you buy my hair?" asked Della."I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."Down rippled the brown cascade."Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick," said Della.Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget thehashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all ofthem inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretriciousornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy ofThe Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked atit on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in placeof a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a littleto prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted thegas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lyingcurls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at herreflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically."If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. Butwhat could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and saton the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Thenshe heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered:"Please God, make him think I am still pretty."The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdenedwith a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.Della wriggled off the table and went for him."Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!'Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you.""You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"Jim looked about the room curiously."You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tearsand wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit."Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch.I want to see how it looks on it."Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled."Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of twofoolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.麦琪的礼物1一块八毛七分钱。
the_gift_of_the_magi麦琪的礼物英文版欧亨利
the_gift_of_the_magi麦琪的礼物英文版欧亨利pT h e G i f t o f t h e M a g i O NE DOLLAR AND EIGHTY-SEVEN CENTS.That was all. She had put it aside, one cent and then another and then another, in her careful buying of meat and other food. Della counted it three times. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was nothing to do but fall on the bed and cry. So Della did it.While the lady of the home is slowly growing quieter, we can look at the home. Furnished rooms at a cost of $8 a week. There is lit-tle more to say about it.In the hall below was a letter-box too small to hold a letter. There was an electric bell, but it could not make a sound. Also there was a name beside the door: “Mr. James Dillingham Young.”When the name was placed there, Mr. James Dillingham Young was being paid $30 a week. Now, when he was being paid only $20 a week, the name seemed too long and important. It should perhaps have been “Mr. James D. Young.” But when Mr. James Dillingham Young entered the furnished rooms, his name became very short indeed. Mrs. James Dillingham Young put her arms warmly about him and called him “Jim.” You have already met her. She is Della.Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face. She stood by the window and looked out with no interest. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a gift. She had put aside as much as she couldfor months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week is not much. Everything had cost more than she had expected. It always happened like that.Only $ 1.87 to buy a gift for Jim. Her Jim. She had had many happy hours planning something nice for him. Something nearly good enough. Something almost worth the honor of belonging to Jim.There was a looking-glass between the windows of the room. Per-haps you have seen the kind of looking-glass that is placed in $8 fur-nished rooms. It was very narrow. A person could see only a little of himself at a time. However, if he was very thin and moved very quickly, he might be able to get a good view of himself. Della, being quite thin, had mastered this art.Suddenly she turned from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brightly, but her face had lost its color. Quickly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its complete length.The James Dillingham Youngs were very proud of two things which they owned. One thing was Jim’s gold watch. It had once belonged to his father. And, long ago, it had belonged to his father’s father. The other thing was Della’s hair.If a queen had lived in the rooms near theirs, Della would have washed and dried her hair where the queen could see it. Della knew her hair was more beautiful than a ny queen’s jewels and gifts.If a king had lived in the same house, with all his riches, Jim would have looked at his watch every time they met. Jim knew that no kinghad anything so valuable.So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her, shining like afalling stream of brown water. It reached below her knee. It almost made itself into a dress for her.And then she put it up on her head again, nervously and quickly. Once she stopped for a moment and stood still while a tear or two ran down her face.She put on her old brown coat. She put on her old brown hat. With the bright light still in her eyes, she moved quickly out the door and down to the street.Where she stopped, the sign said: “Mrs. Sofronie. Hair Articles of all Kinds.”Up to the second floor Della ran, and stopped to get her breath.Mrs. Sofronie, large, too white, cold-eyed, looked at her.“Will you buy my hair?” asked Della.“I buy hair,” said Mrs. Sofronie. “T ake your hat off and let me look at it.”Down fell the brown waterfall.“Twenty dollars,” said Mrs. Sofronie, lifting the hair to feel its weight.“Give it to me quick,” said Della.Oh, and the next two hours seemed to fly. She was going from one shop to another, to find a gift for Jim.She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the shops, and she had looked in every shop in the city.It was a gold watch chain, very simply made. Its value was in its rich and pure material. Because it was so plain and simple, you knew that it was very valuable. All good things are like this.It was good enough for The Watch.As soon as she saw it, she knew that Jim must have it. It waslike him. Quietness and value—Jim and the chain both had quietness and value. She paid twenty-one dollars for it. And she hurried home with the chain and eighty-seven cents.With that chain on his watch, Jim could look at his watch and learn the time anywhere he might be. Though the watch was so fine, it had never had a fine chain. He sometimes took it out and looked at it only when no one could see him do it.When Della arrived home, her mind quieted a little. She began to think more reasonably. She started to try to cover the sad marks of what she had done. Love and large-hearted giving, when added together, can leave deep marks. It is never easy to cover these marks, dear friends—never easy.Within forty minutes her head looked a little better. With her short hair, she looked wonderfully like a schoolboy. She stood at the looking-glass for a long time.“If Jim doesn’t kill me,” she said to herself, “before he looks at me a second time, he’ll say I look like a girl who sings and dances for money. But what could I do—oh! What could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?”At seven, Jim’s dinner was ready for him.Jim was never late. Della held the watch chain in her hand and sat near the door where he always entered. Then she heard his step in the hall and her face lost color for a moment. She often said little prayers quietly, about simple everyday things. And now she said: “Please God, make him think I’m still pretty.”The door opened and Jim stepped in. He looked very thin and he was not smiling. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two—and with a fam-ily to take care of! He needed a new coat and he had nothing to cover his cold hands.Jim stopped inside the door. He was as quiet as a huntingdog when it is near a bird. His eyes looked strangely at Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not understand. It filled her with fear. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor anything she had been ready for. He simply looked at her with that strange expression on his face.Della went to him.“Jim, dear,” she cried, “don’t look at me like that. I had my hair cut off and sold it. I couldn’t live through Christmas without giving you agift. My hair will grow again. You won’t care, will you? My hair grows very fast. It’s Christmas, Jim. Let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice—what a beautiful nice gift I got for you.”“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim slowly. H e seemed to labor to understand what had happened. He seemed not to feel sure he knew.“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me now? I’m me, Jim. I’m the same without my hair.”Jim looked around the room.“You say your hair is gone?” he said.“You don’t have to look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It’s the night before Christmas, boy. Be good to me, because I sold it for you. Maybe the hairs of my head could be counted,” she said, “but no one could ever cou nt my love for you. Shall we eat dinner, Jim?”Jim put his arms around his Della. For ten seconds let us look in another direction. Eight dollars a week or a million dollars a year— how different are they? Someone may give you an answer, but it will be wrong. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. My meaning will be explained soon.From inside the coat, Jim took something tied in paper. Hethrew it upon the table.“I want you to understand me, Dell,” he said. “Nothing like a haircut c ould make me love you any less. But if you’ll open that, you may know what I felt when I came in.”White fingers pulled off the paper. And then a cry of joy; and then a change to tears.For there lay The Combs—the combs that Della had seen in a shop window and loved for a long time. Beautiful combs, with jewels, perfect for her beautiful hair. She had known they cost too much for her to buy them. She had looked at them without the least hope of owning them. And now they were hers, but her hair was gone.But she held them to her heart, and at last was able to look up and say: “My hair grows so fast, Jim!”And then she jumped up and cried, “Oh, oh!”Jim had not yet seen his beautiful gift. She held it out to him in her open hand. The gold seemed to shine softly as if with her own warm and loving spirit.“Isn’t it perfect, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at your watch a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch.I want to see how they look together.”Jim sat down and smiled.“Della,” said he, “let’s put our Christmas gifts away and keep them a while. They’re too nice to use now. I sold the watch to get the money to buy the combs. And now I think we should have our dinner.”The magi, as you know, were wise men—wonderfully wise men— who brought gifts to the newborn Christ-child. They were the first to give Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts weredoubtless wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two children who were not wise. Each sold the most valuable thing he owned in order to buy a gift for the other. But let me speak a last word to the wise of these days: Of all who give gifts, these two were the most wise. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are the most wise. Everywhere they are the wise ones. They are the magi.。
欧亨利的作品介绍
The Gift of the Magi
"The Gift of the Magi" concerns a young couple who are short of money but desperately want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknownst to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; unbeknownst to Della, Jim sells his most valuable possession, his watch, to buy jeweled combs for Della's hair. The author arranged the entire plot just to get the readers to wait, to cause an suspense, the pleasurable excitement and anticipation of the outcome. From the beginning, the readers keep guessing what the Jim and Della will buy for each other, and the coincidence of their gifts is the greatest suspense the author put in his article.
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麦琪的礼物 英文
麦琪的礼物英文The Gift of the MagiOne dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents ofit was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go,and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring.Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag.She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollarsa week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit nearto being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pierglass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della,being slender, had mastered the art.Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shininglike a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and madeitself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With awhirlof skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of AllKiDella ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame,nds." One flight uplarge, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della."I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."Down rippled the brown cascade."Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand."Give it to me quick," said Della.Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else.There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jimdoesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?"At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying a littlesilent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent ofquail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expressionin them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentimentsthat she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly withthat peculiar expression on his face.Della wriggled off the table and went for him."Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice--what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you.""You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"Jim looked about the room curiously."You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you.Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a milliona year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table."Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment ofallthe comforting powers of the lord of the flat.et of combs, side and back, that Della For there lay The Combs--the shad worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope ofpossession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit."Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch.I want to see how it looks on it."Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled."Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch toget the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wiseof these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.麦琪的礼物英文版 The Gift of the Magi欧.亨利 O. Henry。
《麦琪的礼物》--欧亨利 (英汉对照)
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI One dollar and eighty-seven cents.That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies.Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied.Three times Della counted it.One dollar and eighty-seven cents.And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.So Della did it.Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs,sniffles,and smiles,with sniffles predominating.While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second,take a look at the home.A furnished flat atper week.It did not exactly beggar description,but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go,and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring.Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name"Mr.James Dillingham Young."The"Dillingham"had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paidper week.Now,when the income was shrunk to,though,they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D.But whenever Mr.James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called"Jim"and greatly麦琪的礼物一元八角七。
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